stamford hill, tottenham, edmonton green

there's an eerie fog i can see as I zoom along; I stare into the void
sinking lower as I watch them closing in, dark red shapes on the horizon
I feel their watchful gaze, a collective stare as they draw closer and hover around me
Cowering silently.

I am surrounded suddenly - one is in front, another two behind. Is it time to run?
What are they, these stalking red beacons that pursue me?
Is it I they pursue or the one I bear. The one

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